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NEW PSYCHIC READINGS WITH CELEBRITY PSYCHIC MEDIUM, ELEANOR GRACE

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A GHOST STORY by Eleanor Grace

Is there a ghost in the house?

A Ghost Story by Eleanor Grace

Teenagers Linda and Helen were enjoying their first holiday without parents in Blackpool. They were staying at Auntie Pat’s B&B which was a huge Victorian five story terraced house. Auntie Pat was not a relative but Helen’s Godmother and family friend of many years.

Helen noticed something different about her. She was edgy and nervous which was unusual. Auntie Pat could be relied upon for her direct, organised, no-nonsense manner. She would most often approach people with fortitude, a typical Northern landlady everyone thought.

When it happened, Linda and Helen froze. They couldn’t move but managed to look into the mirror just before Auntie Pat gave out the most enormous scream….

To be continued ….

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The loudest, most terrifying sound came from nowhere. The explosion was huge, causing thick black smoke to fill the air. Auntie Pat was still screaming and clinging on to her Goddaughter. The mirror then shattered and glass flew everywhere. Helen could smell something burning but could not see a fire, she could just about open her eyes. The noise increased as plates shattered and cupboards were dislodged from the walls. Helen had forgotten they were in the dining room because the wall leading to the kitchen had disappeared. All that was left was a huge hole.

What happened Auntie Pat, did you leave the gas on or something? Stop screaming. Stop clinging on to me. Helen coughs uncontrollably struggling to breathe.

Are you alright Auntie Pat, where’s Linda?

I’m here Helen, but I can’t see you very well. I must be ok I think. Pat tentatively feels her arms and legs and stretches her arm towards Helen. Here hold on to my hand, we can go that way. They both moved cautiously towards the hole. There was a light shining, maybe it was a torch. Auntie Pat reassured Helen and in her strongest voice said;

Come on, this way. It will be alright.

But it wasn’t.

Linda was lying motionless on the floor. Auntie Pat screamed again. Helen cried, is she dead?

We must help her, quickly. They both knelt to Linda’s side and Helen frantically pumped her chest. Is she breathing, asked Auntie Pat? Helen shook her head and stuttered; I can’t tell. I just can not tell. Can you get some water from somewhere Auntie ?

Helen gently slapped Linda’s face. Come on Linda, open your eyes.

She won’t open her eyes Auntie Pat. I’m going to do mouth to mouth, sobbed Helen. There are only 3 minutes before the brain is starved of oxygen. I remember learning about that in Biology. Helen shakes Linda desperately when Pat intervened. Showing her true character Pat told Helen to do three specific things;

Look at your watch and count the seconds between chest pumps

Feel Linda’s wrist to see if there is a pulse

Talk to her, say anything

Helen nods and speaks firmly,

Come on Linda, open your eyes. I think you have just fainted, must have been the shock of the explosion. We have got to get ready for tonight. Do you remember we are going out, out. I have brought  my new gold dress to wear, the one with the glitter and sparkle. What are you wearing Linda? Green always suits you. What about that lovely floaty top? Linda, wake up. Come on.

Helen pauses, coughs again and clears her throat. She whispers to Auntie Pat, She’s not moving and it has been nearly two minutes. Get some help. Call someone. Get an ambulance. Do something. Do something Auntie Pat. Helen sounded terrified.

Where are you Auntie Pat? I can’t see you now. It is really foggy.

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Moments later a fireman burst through the hole in the wall. Helen sobbed with relief.

Let’s try turning her on her side, you know into the recovery position. The fireman was looking at Auntie Pat.

Helen was so pleased to see them through the smoke. Helen asked out loud; Where did you go? You disappeared and I was so fearful. Look, there’s a fireman here now, so we are all rescued Auntie Pat. Linda will be okay.

Helen turned to look at Auntie Pat for reassurance and noticed her unease again.

Who is he Auntie? Helen pointed towards a man standing by Auntie Pats side. He was tall and broad with a very kind face but he looked like a miner out of the pit. Helen felt a bit nervous.

Auntie Pat reverted to her no nonsense demeanour, looked straight at Helen and said;

You wont remember him of course, but he is my husband, Bert.

Helen uttered, thank goodness he has come to help as well. The fireman needs a hand with Linda. Where are they? Has the fireman got Linda, is there an ambulance? Is Bert alright? He looks so, hmm, so absent.

Firmly, gently, Auntie Pat told Helen that Bert had died in a fire in the house many years ago. Bert had come to find her. He had been looking for her for a very long time, but couldn’t find her. Not until today.

Helen listened, nodding her head when Pat said to her; Bert has found you too Helen and now we must all go together.

But what about Linda? Helen said.

Linda woke up. You saved her

Does that mean we are ghosts Auntie Pat?

Auntie Pat whispered, don’t worry, we are going on our next adventure.

 

Copywrite Eleanor Grace 2021.

 

Destiny and Star Crossed Lovers

Wild and Wonderful

So, we all know what a Lover is, don’t we? Yes that’s right, a lover is someone to make love with in the most intimate of ways. Hearts are pumping, hormones are popping and butterflies are floating around as we try to compose ourselves in anticipation of THE EVENT.

As adults we can all consent to experiencing passion in a physical and intimate capacity. We can dream about our perfect partner and how we will feel when touched and caressed. We can illuminate our imagination to such a peak that our expectations of the lover can be Read more

BLUE EYED BOY

Rory knew he was different as he could always see so much more than anyone would guess. He often wondered what it would be like to be normal. So what is normal? Rory thought about this question and puzzled over it, saying quietly to himself “Well I suppose it is being able to reason things through, have ambitions, be kind to people, sign up to society and make a contribution. That must be part of it. Falling in love? Now that is a different matter altogether, he thought.

Rory said out loud to himself “Is it normal to know that the most powerful sensation of my life is about to happen?” Rory fell silent again, deep in thought, anticipating the next chapter in his life. He knew she would soon be with him. He knew he needed some help. Was it time to re connect with this wonderful bright star, a soul captivated and entwined with his. He didn’t need his eyes to see her. He always used his inner visions, as this was his secret power after all, his ‘knowing’.

Rory’s mind was whirring round. The cogs were definitely churning as he wracked his brains to question; “So what can I see in my mind’s eye? Normally it is quite dark but today I can see a bright light. It is her. I am sure of it. I can sense her being quite petite with the most amazing smile and she will like to dance all the time. Perhaps the dancing will be in her eyes which are so bright and alert, so attractive and so very clever.” Rory hummed a tune as he visualised the dance floor.

“I’m dreaming again,” Rory said to himself,” It’s just my imagination playing tricks! But I do know something is in the air. I can feel it, almost taste it. Perhaps it is love. I know it.”

What he didn’t know was that he only had 6 minutes to live, unless Marguerita could reach him in time.

Rory was drifting and floating away in his imagination. He whispered faintly to no one in particular, ”this feels like butterflies are spinning around in my head. I feel as light as a feather, yet as solid as a lump of rock at the same time.” Rory heard a faint voice. It sounded a bit like a scream at first but then got quieter and quieter. Where is she?

Marguerita looked at her watch and began to panic. She knew she had to get to him. He was her soul mate. My ‘blue eyed boy’ she had always called him, but not in this life. In this life Rory had the most piercing blue eyes, but he was was blind.

Her destiny was to seek him out. Rory didn’t know she was on her way. He didn’t know she was so close to saving him and Rory didn’t know she was always in his dreams.

Marguerita rushed and pushed people out of the way as she almost ran down the corridor. Where is he. Where is his room. She used her senses to navigate the way. Marguerita ignored the strange looks from hospital staff and did not respond to the buzzer that was calling her to another patient. She had found him, across the oceans of time and burst into his room.

Marguerita took no notice of the stares and glares of disapproval but before anyone could stop her she reached out and held Rory’s hand. Come back she screamed in his ear. Come back to me. Marguerita knew that Rory would remember her. She kissed him with a kiss for life.

Rory was consumed with love from the most delicious kiss he had ever known. He opened his eyes and knew he had survived the most horrific crash. For the first time he could see and he could see her properly now. He felt normal, okay and amazing for just an ordinary guy with a new chance at life

Let’s dance, he said to Marguerita, we have a lifetime to share. Yes please, Blue Eyes. she replied.

 

E.L. Grace

 

ALEXANDRA’S SECRET

 

Alexandra’s Secret

The train is late again, Alexandra thought, as she looked earnestly down the track. It was early in the morning and birds were singing joyfully, but the clouds were blue with moisture.

It will rain soon, said the lady next to her on the bench. Alexandra didn’t answer. She thought better of it. She could hear the annoying doubts racing through her mind but could not get to a conclusion about the biggest question. The question she could not answer.

“Don’t worry so much”, said the lady out of the blue, “Would you like a sweet? A bit of sugar can sometimes calm the nerves before a big day. Lemon sherbets are my favourites.”

Alexandra reluctantly took a sweet hoping that the lady would not interrupt her again. She decided on a blackcurrent fizz instead of the sherbet as it seemed more appropriate considering the day ahead, but Alexandra knew that you can not sugar coat what she had done.

Where is that train, she thought? The lady next to her opened a huge umbrella, just in time. “Come and shelter under here, with me. There’s enough room for two”.

Alexandra moved silently but quickly along the bench, hoping that the lady did not notice her state of undress.

She had killed him. No one would know, would they? Alexandra frowned at the memory and then dropped her head into her hands. He was her clandestine lover after all.

No one else was there. No one would know, would they? The same questions circled through her mind and she felt hot all of a sudden, then frantically moved away from the nice plump lady with the umbrella. Alexandra stood up. She wanted to be soaked to the skin in the rain. Perhaps she would see a rainbow as some sort of sign that it was all a dream really. Perhaps not. Alexandra reminded herself that she had her eyes open all the time. Did she love him, she questioned again?

The nice lady on the bench interrupted her thoughts as if she was telepathic, ‘the train will be here in a few minutes, there has been an announcement’.

Alexandra was lost in her thoughts and couldn’t really hear anything above the noise in her head. She remembered how she had fought and fought with him and just could not understand why he became so crazy. John had always been so quiet and unassuming, yet amazingly passionate and wow, what a lover!

The tears flowed in an endless stream, matching the rain tumbling down. Flashbacks from a few hours ago haunted her. Alexandra remembered their bodies entwined, the choking sensation, Johns hands around her neck and the knife. It felt so good before the panic set in and consumed her. Perhaps John is not dead, is that a rainbow in the sky?

He is dead, whispered the nice lady who suddenly stood beside Alexandra. You really do need to share my umbrella again.

How do you know, what do you mean? Alexandra spoke for the first time that morning. Not words, just a stutter. Who are you?

The nice lady replied ‘I met him briefly as he passed through. I held Johns hand to guide him on his way. I told him I would keep your secret.

Secret? Alexandra looked puzzled and distraught.

Your pact, to be together forever. You both decided.

The train arrived at the station but there was no one waiting on the bench or the platform.

‘Come with me’ said the nice plump lady. ‘You might like a lemon sherbet now’. She placed the sweet in Alexandra’s hand. It stopped raining.

We can go and see where John is now. Somewhere over that rainbow maybe?

Copywrite E.L. Grace 2021

Mrs Monday

Three small knocks on the hotel room door sounded her presence. The smooth surface emitted a hollow sound; it stood arrogantly between Jasmine and the man she thought was inside. Tentatively, she stood and waited a little longer. Raising a hand to her curled hair, she delicately felt for imperfections. She bounced and pronged it with her fingers, and looked around nervously to check, again, that she was alone. The red, worn carpet trailed off into shadow, and the wallpaper, at first glance blooming with colour, peeled quietly at the edges.

She tried once more. Her nails scratched the wood veneer and she jolted at the sound. Biting her lip, she wavered a little: her loose fist swayed in the air, unsure whether to land on the wood or settle back into the normal shape of itself.
Tom had told her to be there at 9.00pm, sharp. He was always very direct with her.Her eyes flickered down the hallway, left and right. He said he wouldn’t do this to her, not again. She opened her clutch, grabbed her phone and checked her messages: nothing new. The same instruction glared at her: “I’ll be in R45. Waiting for you. Get here soon.”

She felt her eyes become hot and wet. Blinking, heavily, they betrayed her confidence and a glistening tear escaped quickly down her cheek “He’s not coming, you know.”Jasmine jolted and looked around: a woman, not particularly out of the ordinary, stood in front her.

“Sorry? Do I know you?”
Mrs Monday’s sea green eyes set amidst a strikingly red bob. “No, you don’t know me, love. I saw you. I’m on my way down, but you look – you look… I knew you weren’t yourself.”
Jasmine touched her cheek: felt it burning on her skin of her fingers. She scanned her eyes over the woman, “I’m not sure what this looks like, but I’m OK. My friend’s not… he’s not in.”
“Hmmm. No, he’s not. He probably never will be,” she said, cocking her head to one side and examining Jasmine’s face. “Is it Tom you’re waiting for?”

Jasmine’s head shot up; prongs of curls darted in front of her eyes, and she reached to push them back. There was no way… did she know her from somewhere? From work? Jasmine quickly ran through her week: she couldn’t recall her face from the doctor’s surgery she was in charge of. She definitely didn’t know her in any other way.

“You don’t know me, love.” The woman said, quietly. “Just like he doesn’t know you.”
Wisps of soft hair sat dutifully around the lady’s cheeks. She had an older face, lined with years of burden and secrets. A playful smile crept across her face.
“I’m going on my way now, lovely. As you should. There’s nothing for you in there.”
Jasmine gripped her bag a bit harder, felt herself become unsteady.
How foolish, she thought. She felt utterly stupid to be here, again, waiting for him. In that moment, a fierce anger bubbled inside her belly. Her brow narrowed and her teeth pulled against the inside of her lip.

She would leave now, she told herself. Tilting her chin upwards, and inhaling sharply through her nose, she strode away, towards the shadows at the end of the hallway. Walking with pace and purpose, she dragged her nails along the wallpaper, red and yellow blooms disintegrating easily under her light scratch.

She did not look back from the shadows, but turned, defiantly, into the dark.

E.R.Mottram

LIONGATE

LIONS GATE NEW MOON ON SUNDAY 8TH AUGUST 2021

The Lion’s Gate is the birth of a new and undeniably heightened level of dedication to our ascension process as individual human beings and also as a global entity.

The presence of the Lion’s Gate energy aligns with the heart centre and embodies the Leo traits of courage, strength, and expression.

Sweeping changes are being experienced by many so now is the time to harness this new energy.

We are pushed to let go of whatever isn’t serving our highest and best evolution.  Whether that’s toxic relationships, outdated ways of thinking, or the habit to downgrade our true purpose, we are all coming face-to-face with a reinvention point. The time is now so get the most out of the Lionsgate energy.

Understand that these transformative times are exciting as they offer incredible positive movement in soul growth and personal fulfilment, but they can feel turbulent and scary during the process.

So during this transformative process take care to always allow yourself some downtime. Perhaps meditate or take some time concentrating on your own personal goals. Consider what is important to you and slow down a little.

    • This offers a calmer arena to experience changes
    • Drink more water to experience those benefits
    • Rest and unplug from devices when possible
    • It can also make us feel fatigued on a physical, emotional, mental, and even soul-centred level.
    • It can also make us feel fatigued on a physical, emotional, mental, and even soul-centred level.
    • Do not engage in activities that you might find superficial or draining
    • Also be aware that this powerful energy can make us anxious, moody, suddenly sad (and then blissfully happy).

So if you feel exhausted, emotional, have sleep disruption, and are simply sensing that for some weird reason, life is not status quo, remember to take time to recalibrate and nurture yourself during this somewhat jarring transition.

Take a moment to write down what you would

    • like to heal in your life
    • wish to purge from your life
    • want to continue to develop and nurture
    • say that you love and adore about yourself

Then, consider how you can use your amazing uniqueness to usher in this new energy of love into the world.

Bring out your inner Leo to play, and see how it feels to infuse some ferocity into your world.

May we all roar our way through the Lions Gate!

Eleanor Grace on Sky 680 and Psychic Today App

Hi , Hello and How are you?

My recent adventure with Psychic Today as a new Studio Psychic is going really well. The show is live and interactive with lots of interesting topics to discuss and some great presenters to work with on the show.Watch live on Sky TV Channel 680, or download the Psychic Today App and stream on your smartphone, tablet or computer. I will be giving you as much Psychic Guidance as possible in response to your messages and your calls.
You can see me live in the studio every week and call me too on 0190 891 9009. My pin number for calls is 7003

Crystal Ball Workshop – on screen soon

I am recording a workshop feature as well which is all about the Crystal Ball and how it can be used in layered readings with psychic cards and pendulum’s. This is a fascinating example of how a clairvoyant can ‘see’ with the Ball and how you can take a peek or two into the future!

Podcast with Paul Miles – Eleanor Grace talks about Fate OR Destiny

Its funny you said that because…… that just happened to me! This is a phrase so often used by clients during a psychic reading. I discuss topics of Coincidences, Serendipity, Fated Meetings and explore the power of the mind. Is it ‘meant to be’ or should we be empowering ourselves to take control of our decisions and act on them?

Facebook Live – Mediumship 

Messages come through for viewers who can ask questions about loved ones in Spirit or Tarot Card answers about Love here on Earth.

Psychic Readings bring you insight, guidance and maybe some messages from spirit guides too. Psychic tools of Tarot Cards, Crystal Balls, Pendulum, Psychic Cards and more are used in combination with natural clairvoyance and psychic powers. Find out about your future and who is going to mean so much to you with a Love Reading or discover your career opportunities with an energised Tarot & Angel Reading.

Check out the show for more live chats with me, free readings from your text messages and live workshops. So speak soon and

I will update you with more details on here, on twitter and on facebook

Eleanor x

‘Best reading yet’ by Janey Lee Grace

A PSYCHIC
WALKS INTO A BAR…
…and redefines the Great British Pub as
the place to have your best reading yet!
I must confess I was feeling rather
self-conscious walking into a pub
on my own. I’d been having visions
of asking at the bar whether I was
in the right place and receiving
bemused looks in return, but it turns
out I needn’t have worried. As soon as I
enter The Chequers pub, a charming ‘olde
worlde’ pub in Hertfordshire, local to me,
I see a large banner welcoming guests
for ‘Psychic Destiny Psychic Nights’.
Four tables to the side of the bar area are
adorned with brightly coloured metallic
cloths, psychics with stacks of cards and
small crystal balls, all welcoming me in.
The host psychic Eleanor Grace (of no
relation to me!) greets me with a warm
smile and exudes confidence.
Social setting
Eleanor has been working as a medium
and clairvoyant for thirty years, and
it’s clear she knows her stuff. My first
question is about the choice of venue –
I had wondered if pubs are rather ‘low
vibrational’ for spiritual energy. Eleanor
explains that her clientele, 75% female,
enjoy being able to just rock up to the pub.
“A private reading in a social setting gives
enough privacy yet anonymity for women
to stop by after shopping or a meeting,
without needing to tell anyone one else
where they were headed,” she explains.
After a period of time some years ago
when psychic readings were unfairly
given rather a bad name, Eleanor and
some of her professional colleagues had
worked from their own home or visited
clients in theirs, but this proved timeconsuming.
“Wherever the reading takes
place, though, it seems many people like
to keep the fact that they’ve had a reading
confidential,” she tells me.
Saw it coming
Sometimes, the readings even reveal that
the pubs themselves are haunted. She
speaks fondly of The Gate in Northwood,
Middlesex, where apparently a regular
drinker named Fred, now in spirit, always
makes his presence known to her. “With
three or four mediums together, the
energy is enhanced,” she says, “it’s like
Eventually, right at the end of the evening,
they’ll sit down for one themselves!”
Decision-making power
People often ask about relationships
and Eleanor finds that she often has to
confirm sad suspicions. However, clients
often report that they feel able to make
better-informed decisions after seeing her.
“Sometimes we give warnings; I advised a
woman not to go on a skiing holiday, and
if she did, definitely to avoid the slopes.
The woman ignored me and came back a
couple of weeks later having had a bad fall,
complete with three pins
in her leg!”
Home truths
My own reading begins with Eleanor
gently holding my hand and asking me to
visualise myself at a beach, looking out
onto the horizon. She then reveals some
people in spirit she could see who were
‘looking out for me.’ She tells me about my
grandmother (who I have never met but
have always felt connected to) was there
on the beach beside me. “She literally
‘sweeps the way for you’”, Eleanor says,
and she reminds me that I could always
come here for help whenever I need it. She
goes on to ask if the name Johnny means
anything to me. Indeed it does – my uncle
Johnny sadly passed a few weeks ago.
She then asks me to pick out twelve
cards from her deck. She proceeds to talk
about my work and frustrations
I have, all of which are true. She says I
have four children – I do – and she picks
up on my sportiest son who is extremely
“I had wondered if pubs are rather’ ‘low vibrational’ for
spiritual energy” a light being switched on for those in the
spirit world.”
She has found that holding these
nights in pubs has been incredibly popular,
though being in such an ‘open’ setting has
meant that she has had many different
sorts of welcomes. “A vicar might pop into
the pub for his pint, offering to pray for
me!” Of course, she’s heard all the gags in
the book, too. “‘I bet you saw that coming’
has been said many times,” she says, “and
many men will watch and make jokes all
night as their girlfriends have a reading.
Words: Janey Lee Grace

I must confess I was feeling rather
self-conscious walking into a pub
on my own. I’d been having visions
of asking at the bar whether I was
in the right place and receiving
bemused looks in return, but it turns
out I needn’t have worried. As soon as I
enter The Chequers pub, a charming ‘olde
worlde’ pub in Hertfordshire, local to me,
I see a large banner welcoming guests
for ‘Psychic Destiny Psychic Nights’.
Four tables to the side of the bar area are
adorned with brightly coloured metallic
cloths, psychics with stacks of cards and
small crystal balls, all welcoming me in.
The host psychic Eleanor Grace (of no
relation to me!) greets me with a warm
smile and exudes confidence.
Social setting
Eleanor has been working as a medium
and clairvoyant for thirty years, and
it’s clear she knows her stuff. My first
question is about the choice of venue –
I had wondered if pubs are rather ‘low
vibrational’ for spiritual energy. Eleanor
explains that her clientele, 75% female,
enjoy being able to just rock up to the pub.
“A private reading in a social setting gives
enough privacy yet anonymity for women
to stop by after shopping or a meeting,
without needing to tell anyone one else
where they were headed,” she explains.
After a period of time some years ago
when psychic readings were unfairly
given rather a bad name, Eleanor and
some of her professional colleagues had
worked from their own home or visited
clients in theirs, but this proved time consuming. “Wherever the reading takes
place, though, it seems many people like
to keep the fact that they’ve had a reading
confidential,” she tells me.
Saw it coming
Sometimes, the readings even reveal that
the pubs themselves are haunted. She
speaks fondly of The Gate in Northwood,
Middlesex, where apparently a regular
drinker named Fred, now in spirit, always
makes his presence known to her. “With
three or four mediums together, the
energy is enhanced,” she says, “it’s like a light being

switched on for those in the
spirit world.” She has found that holding these
nights in pubs has been incredibly popular,
though being in such an ‘open’ setting has
meant that she has had many different
sorts of welcomes. “A vicar might pop into
the pub for his pint, offering to pray for
me!” Of course, she’s heard all the gags in
the book, too. “‘I bet you saw that coming’
has been said many times,” she says, “and
many men will watch and make jokes all
night as their girlfriends have a reading

Eventually, right at the end of the evening,
they’ll sit down for one themselves!”
Decision-making power
People often ask about relationships
and Eleanor finds that she often has to
confirm sad suspicions. However, clients
often report that they feel able to make
better-informed decisions after seeing her.
“Sometimes we give warnings; I advised a
woman not to go on a skiing holiday, and
if she did, definitely to avoid the slopes.
The woman ignored me and came back a
couple of weeks later having had a bad fall,
complete with three pins
in her leg!”
Home truths
My own reading begins with Eleanor
gently holding my hand and asking me to
visualise myself at a beach, looking out
onto the horizon. She then reveals some
people in spirit she could see who were
‘looking out for me.’ She tells me about my
grandmother (who I have never met but
have always felt connected to) was there
on the beach beside me. “She literally
‘sweeps the way for you’”, Eleanor says,
and she reminds me that I could always
come here for help whenever I need it. She
goes on to ask if the name Johnny means
anything to me. Indeed it does – my uncle
Johnny sadly passed a few weeks ago.
She then asks me to pick out twelve
cards from her deck. She proceeds to talk
about my work and frustrations
I have, all of which are true. She says I
have four children – I do – and she picks
up on my sportiest son who is extremely

 

A Psychic walks into a bar

into his personal fitness. “Yes! He’s a gym
instructor and body-builder!” I say. She
sees that my husband, a composer with a
musical currently in development, is about
to be greeted by a massively successful
creative project (hurrah!) And for me,
“some twists and turns but then suddenly…
’lift off’”. One of the most random things
is linked with fashion, but not my usual
hippy-chic eco style. “I can see you
involved in something connected with
high fashion, perhaps even with royalty.”
For a boho type like me, that really will be
interesting to see if it comes to fruition.
Other information is too personal to reveal
– but let’s just say it was spot on.

Clarity and calm
I can see how this could become quite
addictive. Eleanor agrees, telling me that
some people do come back regularly.
One woman, Debbie, who has been to a
Psychic Night several times, was one of
them. As Debbie finishes her reading, she
tells me how she feels about coming to
Psychic Nights. “These guys are good. The
regular readings help me get clarity, it
feels relaxed in here, and I’m very happy to
come on my own.” I leave the pub excited
about what the future will bring.

Eleanor Grace

runs Psychic Nights at pubs all over
the UK. Pre-booked appointments
are not essential and readings start
from £30. Bookings and enquiries
can be made via email, Facebook
Messenger or text on 07791 947371.
To discover your local Psychic Night
event, go to gracedestiny.com

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